Wanting to be the villain

In which I want to play the bad boy.

Being a somewhat occasional amatuer thespian (not to the point where I am out every night as once a week rehearsals are my limit, I like to see my family from time to time) there are a number of juicy roles to be trod on the boards.

All the roles I covet have something similar about them, the first being their musical roles. For all the will in the world I am never going to be a singer, I am more deaftone than baritone, so why would I want to play I role I can never do justice to?

It may be due to wanting to play the crazy, mad, and bad guy.

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Do you hear the people sing?

In which we will live one day more at these barricades of freedom.

Once a year we have to make sure Mrs G goes and sees the longest running musical in the West End. For as many years as she has lived she has seen Les Miserables.

Les Miserables Students take over a funeral
So that would be a small number of times then, eh Enjolras?

So once a year I get to go to New York, and I also get to see Les Mis but not necessarily in New York. This now means a trip down to Lahndan and pay half of the mortgage for a seat in the heavens behind a column.

It’s also my favourite piece of musical theatre and I was pretty happy with the movie version, not that Liam Neeson one as they didn’t even include “Do you hear the people sing”. Instead it seemed to be 19th Century version of ‘The Fugitive’ where some guy is on the run from the police but decides to hide by making a lot of money, becoming a politician and then being an adoptive dad. A bit like ‘Diff’rent Strokes’ but with urchins instead of Gary Coleman and no Marius screaming “What’chu talkin’ ’bout, Enjolras?”

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Late Review : Les Miserables

In which I’ll hear the people sing.

Dum dum dum dum dum de dum dum dum pa pa pa pa papapaaaa…At the End of the Day you’re another day older.

People will be heard singing, a lot of women will cry and there is a higher death count than a ninth episode of Game of Thrones; so goes Les Miserables the movie. Being stuck inside the movie means that you are going to have to deal with a lot of crazy than is not really in the stage show (although it is just as long as the novel adaptation of the film).

It is a world full of people staring and constantly getting new hats. So many hats and so much staring.

We arrive in the aftermath of Pirates of the Caribbean, and Jean VanWolverine is helping what I assume is the other X-Men to pull in a big ship into the dock. Everyone is singing and getting a bit wet and it all looks a bit unsafe. Keeping an eye on stuff is Maximus Decimus Javert, who seems to be looking very vengeful and rocking a pretty cool hat.

Les Miserables Javert wearing a hat
It may look like a night cap but it’s a ‘No Mercy’ hat really.

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